Waves of crimson locks spill over alabaster shoulders and rest upon the swell of creamy breasts. Obvious peaks of arousal stand erect and beg for attention. Greedy fingers work deftly to capture erect nipples, ruthlessly twisting, eliciting a hushed whimper.

Hands travel down across smooth, taut skin to find a hairless mound with glistening pink folds. A single digit enters dry and comes out drenched. His manhood hardens instantly as his hunger for her suddenly consumes him.

“Does she have limits?” he inquires.

“None that matter.”

“Excellent.”

He attaches his leash to her collar and lays claim to her.

“Mine.”